Wow. Me and Clive in the same sentence. I never thought I'd live to see the day! Thanks, Stuart.<P>Azlan, just to set the record straight about the Martins thing, I was leaving the State Theater with some friends after one of City Ballet's Swans. We were heading out the side staircase that exits out to Amsterdam Avenue right past one of the stage-door exits. I was expostulating at some great length and, no doubt, volume, about the shabby and bilious first-act design, when, unbeknownst to me, Martins emerged from the stage door behind us. Nobody had to shush me, although I'm sure I gave my friends a chuckle or two walking out into the street blasting the production with Martins walking behind me.<P>When I saw him heading past us, I realized he must've heard every word, and was a bit mortified, but only a bit. I certainly wouldn't have made such comments to his face, or knowingly within his earshot (unless I could think of something really, really funny to say). On the other hand, I'd bought a ticket, it was my dime, and it wasn't like I was booing at the curtain calls. <P>Martins must've known there'd be strong negative reactions to his Swan, or if he didn't, he should have.<P>I'm sorry I posted anything about the incident at all, but it seemed amusing at the time.
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